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Exactly.

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Let me play with your hair while you’re on your knees choking and gagging on me

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Pulling your tongue out and using the drool to lube my cock as I make you watch me jerk off.

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“The Raven Throne of Skulls”

She no longer walks - she reigns. Crowned with thorns and flame, seated upon a throne of bone and ash, she is the silence after prophecy. The raven watches from her shoulder. The mountain behind her weeps blood through ice. At her feet lie kings long dead, their crowns shattered, their names forgotten.

This is the final chapter of The Ember Covenant, the infernal trilogy by @nordicsilents - a descent through fire, ruin, and divine reckoning:

🔥 Part I – The Covenant is Whispering

🔥 Part II – Liturgy of Hellwings

🔥 Part III – The Raven Throne of Skulls

She was the omen. She became the blade. Now, she is the throne.

The fire does not burn out - it takes form.

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Pinning you down and biting you while you struggle to take my cock.

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Strapping a vibrator to you on max while I bend you over my knee and spank you so your brain starts to associate the stinging pain with the overwhelming feeling of cumming your brains out. Eventually, I'll have you fully trained to cum while you're spanked even without the vibrator, just from the pain. What a pretty little painslut you'll make.

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"Requiem of the Drowned Gods"

(For this post, I’m exceptionally including a short poetic story inspired by the scene — a rare glimpse into the myth behind the image.

Let the tale carry you beyond the fjord’s reflection…)

At the edge of a forgotten fjord, where the bones of gods sleep beneath black waters, she played the final hymn.

The graveyard stirred - old crosses tilted toward her as if in silent worship. The piano, ancient and bloodstained, groaned under her fingers, each note a summoning, each chord a wound reopened. She, the goddess in velvet ruin, sat draped in shadows and flame, her gown an offering, her body inscribed with sacred ink - a temple of forgotten desires.

The man stood still, forged in myth and salt, with a gaze that pierced beyond this world. His breath matched the rhythm of her music. On his arm, the serpent coiled - a living sigil of devotion and power. Around them, krakens of smoke circled - ravens winged with night and omen. From beyond the mist, shapes watched. The dead? The divine? Or memories too old to name?

And the fjord - oh, the fjord drank it all. The sky bled gold and crimson, and the reflection showed not a mirror, but a doorway. A threshold between now and nevermore.

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